Mount Apikuni the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket

Kavik was right about one thing; there was nothing that could be said to make him feel any better about the circumstances he had found himself in. All of the support and care that he had received from the two leaders had done nothing more than make him feel a sense of worthlessness that had burned a hole deep in the pit of his stomach. He had nothing to do with them; he had no place among their kind. Illidan was far worse than any of them would ever be, but he had no means of communicating this to the dark male who watched over him with a careful stare.

“You're too nice,” the boy finally uttered with a furrowed brow and a glance toward the dark-furred brute. It wasn't really an opinion, but something that he had felt in his marrow since he happened across Liri and Kavik. “People take advantage of that,” Illidan then added, pulling his attention away from the green gaze of the other man.